The Mountain Top
The mountain was painted with an endless pallet of colors that day. The wind gentle enough to blow a smile onto my face. I was not alone. Though no one was with me, I could feel the loneliness dissipating. It was a glorious feeling. The lonely slowly devouring every part of me constantly. Today was different. Everything there seemed to heal the wounds cut deep. Every breathe was full of redemption. Though, the presence was not that of holy. It was something deep inside that I thought was lost. Happiness, hope, and spurts of love warmed me. I jumped from rock to rock as a child jumps over the cracks in the sidewalks. Letting my unstable balance catch me. The cliff was exhilarating. My fear of heights adding to the adrenaline. Shaking as I stepped to the edge. I couldn’t get to the very edge. But, looking out into the distance, I felt wings. Anything was possible at that moment in time. Closing my eyes I imagined flying into the sunset. Leaving everything behind. Something kept me grounded. The thing that always does. Him. The pull will only grow stronger. The love. Stepping back away, Back to the thing that will always keep me going, keep me a better person, overtook my heart stronger than a stormy ocean. I knew where I needed to be. It was there all along.